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Saturday, February 17, 2007
"Top Floor"
"Top Floor"
It feels so far away....
The sensation of altitude makes me shudder.
The air is thin, so I struggle for breath
As I gaze down at the 7 stories below me.
One would think I'd be nauseous...
Suspended so high above the surface.
I've been repeatedly warned about
The consequences of soaring too high...
Like Babel, my tower will fall;
Like Icarus, my wings would melt.
It is dangerous to seek that which is most desired.
Foolishly, and seek it anyway,
Ignoring the words of those who
Had years and years of experience
Climbing stairs and scaling mountains.
I ascended to the heavens with no fear of falling,
Only expectations of ecstasy...
Then my ears pop...
All I hear is a loud whistling sound,
Almost as outrageous as the one in cartoons,
When anvils fall from the sky...
It was inevitable; no reason to be depressed.
I was on the 13 floor
With no parachute or harness.
I guess I underestimated the gravity...
When you're up that high...
People look like ants,
Indistinguishable from one another.
Maybe when I fall from the sky
Due to faulty wings and shoddy cement work,
I'll blend in like the ants...
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